They come and go
without a breath...
There used to be seagulls flying in the air;
They came to soar in the sky...
Look, can you see? It's there through the snow,
a glimmer of hope, the passage to Spring...
Big fireball of gloom
Covering the depths of water below...
Driving by the last plastic boulevard,
I stagger onto Infinity Beach...
Nature she cries,
Oh... how she cries...
Spring knocked on the door,
Yet winter refused to surrender...
Pleasant darkness
All around...
Spring
purple flowers...
Cool October winds
Gently whisper words so sweet...
Wandering through the bush at night
Something to keep me occupied...
Outside:
The snow is crisp and light under my walking feet...